The kiss was far more fervent and desperate than the one they’d shared that morning, and Isobel’s body had never felt so deliciously warm. With every near brutal press of his lips against hers, the flame that burned in Isobel grew, and while their first kiss had been unforgettable, this kiss was soul-destroying.
“Don’t ever put yourself in danger like that again,” James said between kisses, the words breathless as they fell against her lips. “Don’t ever scare me like that again. Promise me, Isobel,” he pleaded.
“I promise,” Isobel whispered, though they both knew she might not be able to keep that vow.
James’s lips crushed against hers again, and Isobel melted against him. The pins that had been holding her hair in place had fallen out during her shift, leaving her hair hanging unpin
